only this time i understood

as the sun goes down

the sink 

Along the oily pipe line

into the old west

so the rum rises

from under the sink

to wash the days

gunk away

 

inside

my head

i can hear loud

screaming

god

that deaf orangutan

thinks

i’m deaf

or

my demon

wings

were made

from elephant

ears

 

Deformed souls

whose people 

Ring bells

let’s face it

made

my

orangutan

Default deaf

 

I arranged

to meet death

within an abandoned

house

while watching

for the kettle

to boil

I felt sorry

for the church

it smelt

like an outhouse

where poo

go to fornicate

 

i observed

the sunset

from the altars

only one way

bullet proof

window

till darkness

took

my view

away

 

i conversed to death

in the back

of a hearse

as we drove

through

the falling

golden

rain

my orangutan

screamed

or

was that the earth

as the hearse

wheels

viciously peeled off

earths

grave gravity

persona

 

out lost

in the desert

tribal grains

of sand

gather

waiting

for the breakfast war

to resume

 

as death

waffles

waffled

on about his love

for

wallflowers

the hearse

penetrates

penetrated

the frigid

white light

of a worm tunnel

 

now we play

chicken

with a runaway

ghost train

my orangutan

screams

out from the rearview

mirror

“no one

can get to heaven

this way”

 

death

holds up

his blood stained

fony bony hands

causing

the ghost train

to disintegrate

into a chaos

of glass

memories

that tore

that tear

through me

a recyclable

storm

within a madman’s

unstirred

teapot

that smells

of drifting

diesel

exhaust plumes

 

as part of a eulogy

we sit

on burning

pyres

erected

within

the bowels

of the ghoulish

church

 

death

mourns with a yawn

I  smell

I smelt

on deaths

breath

the warmth and comfort

of fresh

dirt

 

within the churches

stigma

polished

stone floor

i can see

the swarming

monsters

of the abyss

death

reaches out

rescuing

my orangutan

from a fatal case

of narcissisticitis

 

on leaving

or entering

the church

the  dark

tripped

over the prehistoric

bag lady

with her

flax weaved

oven bags

full

to the brim

of prophesying

numskulls

the bag lady

of the immaculate

inception

sat still

as a stature

posing

exposed

for an artist

with her begging bowl

mimicking

a homeless

buddha

 

death

took from her bowl

the last

of her grains

casting

them into the clouds

they fell back to earth

as drops

of infinities

golden

rain

 

death

sat waiting

to be joined

within the hearse

i saw my orangutan

wandering lost

through a graveyard

smoking

that last cigarette

that first cigarette

i followed

swigging rum

from my bladder

till we came

to stand

before

a solitary jungle

tree

 

i stood

before the tree

watching

beleaf

grow

watching

my orangutan

climbing

high

into the trees

dark

clouded crown

that smells

that smelt

of drifting diesel

exhaust plumes

 

now

or then

or when

the hearse

back fired

my orangutan

fell

 

screaming

 

only this time

i understood

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